It's a superfun game, and here's how to play:
Post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -good or bad- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. You've got free reign. Start your sentence "Remember when you and I..."
I am so looking forward to reading the memories that you and I never shared. Good times, I tell you. Good times!
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I was going to make some comment about being drunk and falling over then realised they could all totally be true. Dude! Remember when you and I went to Legoland and rode around all day in the little pedal cars!
(Wait, did we do that too...?)
Buni
Remember when you and I opened up that shop hat with Hobo Joe?
Man, those were some good times.
...or hat shop. Either one.
Remember when you and I were picking coffee beans in Colombia, and we stumbled on the operation of that drug lord? And remember how you upset you got that this guy was making money off of the destruction of the hopes and dreams of your fellow Canadians? I certainly remember how you snuck up behind that guard and garrotted him, stealing his machine gun and wreaking havoc in their secret underground warehouse. Of course, I remember how you strained to interpret the muffled Spanish coming in over the dead guard's radio to determine where the warehouse was. And dear god, do you remember how you hunted down the drug lord himself at his mansion, gunning him down and standing atop his corpse, screaming, "I am the Liberator!"?
Remember when you and I met Billy Zane for the first time? It was at that really crap party in LA. You and I were busy helping Winona Ryder. She had too much to drink and we were helping her aim her projectile vomit in the toilet. Do you remember that toilet? The seat was a big pair of rocky horror picture show lips. We were taking turns holding back her hair and she kept saying, 'Where's my friend Billy Zane? I need my friend Billy Zane!' So being the loving, caring person you are, dear Alice, you went out onto the pool patio--the hollywood air alarmingly crisp against your nose hairs--and found said friend, Billy Zane.
You said to him, 'Billy Zane, we need you in the toiet.'
He thought you were coming on to him and he started innappropriately fondling you.
Then you said, 'No, I don't need you. Winona needs you.'
'Oh,' he said, drunk and terribly embarassed.
So to make a long story short, you brought Billy to the bathroom, he helped Winona up and out the door to his really fabulous car.
Then Billy Zane said to us:
'Alice, you are a really special person. Call me Sometime. And Kobrinsky, you must be pretty cool too if you're friends with Alice. And I suspect you're both much cooler than Winona. I better go now before she steals my car.'
Do you remember when we were in Paris, in the 30s, and were sitting in that small cafe ignoring French tradition and drinking whisky? We caught the eye of Ernest Hemingway who invited us back to his for a three way.
There we were in bed with Papa, as he insisited we call him, and all he wanted to do was talk about fishing. Do you remember how he used his appendage to describe how he would cast his rod? We corpsed into fits of laughter and were unable to consummate the deed. We couldn't land the big one but we toyed with him for awhile.
We'll always have Paris darling.
Do you remember that time we were on that island with the dinosaurs, giant bugs, scary natives with all sorts of facial piercings and a thirty foot tall gorrila? Remember how the dinosaurs ate us because the sad truth is giant apes really don't give a shit about blondes? Man that kinda sucked, huh?
Brad
Hey Alice, remember when we got those tats that said Frodo lives? Then went home and our parents yelled at us and then said "what the hell did you do that for? And who the hell is Frodo?'
Good time huh?
Remember when you and I were studying medicine at Sacred Grey's hospital and because we were so good, the residents were starting to get jealouse and kept filling our scrubs with whipping cream when we weren't looking? And then due to the fact that we were so good, it started getting boring for us and though we were seconds away from curing cancer, we were told we had to join the Top Gun program as they needed cadidates that could also deal with medical emergencies. Who could give up an offer like that? I wanted to be called Maverick but I lost the coin toss to some twat so I picked Frodo in memory of your awesome tattoo. Good times, good times.
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